A few days ago, I had nothing to do but replayed the last chapter of DM, and then I huddled in bed and cried like a Sabi.
The reason why it has never been cute is probably because of the official ending. The two people who know each other best, the most important people. One sent the other back to the underworld with his own hands, one knew the other's thoughts and deliberately let go... It took three thousand years to meet each other, hundreds of days and nights together, the closest relationship...
I just want to yell, "Officially, you are paralyzed!"
So I quickly finished this article early in the morning. The second half was written on scratch paper, and I sorted it out last night and posted it.
Conception: